Tigger is our cat he is about six years older than Micah. Tigger is a really BIG cat. He is a big-boned, Heavy Weight Tabby Cat. Tigger at his prime was about the size of a small bobcat, with a long tail, weighing 40 pounds, with bulging muscles. The BIGGEST thing on Tigger is his paws, he is a polydactyl, meaning he has a lot more toes on his four paws than a cat should. Tigger has a total of twenty-nine toes on his four paws, most cats only have a total of eight-teen toes on their four paws. There are other cats out there who have been blessed with extra toes such as the famous Hemingway cats, that have only one extra toe on their front paws. Tigger is a very loving cat, he loves people, loves children, and loves to love on anybody. Tigger will love you before he even knows you, he will love you even if you do not like him. If you are sick in bed Tigger will never leave you He stays in bed with you night and day by your side. Tigger lets Micah do anything to him he wants and I do mean anything. Everybody who meets Tigger just loves him and wants to take him home with them for they do not know what they ask.

Bad things about Tigger; He loves to sing, at all hours of the night in the bath tub.His singing voice can wake the dead, he has a very big off-key, loud voice. Tigger is a mouthy cat who will back talk you, complain about no food, wrong food, litter box not clean or any other thing that does not meet his standards. Tigger will keep up his loud off-key annoying complaint till he gets his way or threat of loss of life. He likes to check and see if you are still breathing in the morning. Tigger does this by crawling upon your chest, pinning your shoulders down with his front paws, his back paws on your hips, and placing his nose as close to your nose without touching. The joy of awaking face to face with a loving 40 POUND CAT can only be described as a blessing. Tigger will eat anything that is of plant life real or fake, even pink cellophane grass. Tigger has even tried to eat our Christmas tree real or not. The One reason Tigger is not allowed to go outside, for he will eat it dead or not. Tigger acts more like a dog than a cat, He comes when you call, he sits, and greets you at the door. I love Tigger very much, good or bad he will always be my cat/dog! I do have three other dogs but Tigger is still the alpha male.

Tigger’s love for eating foliage was almost the death of him. Somehow one day Tigger ate a palm tree branch. Now here in Florida some people eat palm trees and in other parts of this country people eat pine trees and think it is good food. As for me eating a tree, no thank-you, I am not a giraffe and neither is Tigger. The branch he ate balled up inside of him like a soccer ball and we rushed him to the vets. Tigger was about lifeless and the vet took x-rays and said he could operate but doubted if Tigger would live through it and wanted to put him down. I could not put Tigger to sleep, so I took him home to die.

Later Micah and his year younger sister Sidney came over to visit and saw Tigger his old friend sick. Micah asked, “What is wrong with Tigger.” Telling little Micah, Tigger whom he loves, is dying is one of the hardest tasks on earth to do. Being the brave man who I am, I let my wife tell him. Seven year old Micah looked at her and said, “Tigger is a good cat he does not have to die.

Micah walked over to Tigger’s bed where he was laying, got down on his knees beside him, and starting petting him as he prayed. His sister Sydney saw him and ran over to join him . They both started to pray .“Jesus Tigger is a good cat. I love him and he is sick. Tigger needs for You to make him well so we can play. In Jesus name, Amen.”

Sydney said, “Amen.” They got up and ran off to play, in about two hours Tigger joined them.

A year or two has pasted and Tigger is sick again, this time it is much more worse. His kidneys have stopped working, he cannot control his bladder, and a lot of blood is in his urine. Again off to the vets, again the doctor says nothing I can do, again doc says we should put him to sleep, and again I take Tigger home to die.

Again Micah and Sydney come over, again Micah and Sydney pray, again Jesus answers the children’s prayer. and again Tigger is playing with them before the end of the day. I also heard my grandchildren singing songs to Jesus and thanking Jesus for making Tigger well as they played.

Mark 9:23-24; Jesus said to him, “If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.”

Immediately the father of the child cried out with tears and said, “Lord I believe;help my unbelief.”

My grandchildren believe without question that it pleases Jesus to heal Tigger for them. Abba Father, I cry out with tears, I believe, help my unbelief. Someday I too will learn to Pray Like a Child.

Micah will be 13 years old soon and Jesus is still answering his prayers. Tigger, well his golden hair has turned white with age and I live with a cat that will not die. I guess I am going to leave Tigger to Micah in my will, Amen.